Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1745

Chapter 1745: Will You Marry Louis?

Jolie hung her head, sighing inwardly, her expression blank as she followed along.

Ivan, with Jennifer, made their way to the palace, sheltered under a large black umbrella, holding his wife closely, surrounded by several bodyguards.

Jennifer remained silent throughout the journey, her emotions hitting rock bottom, her thoughts adrift.

"My dear, I know you feel terrible, but you personally brought him to justice," Ivan comforted her. "Your master in heaven would be pleased that you've captured the murderer."

"Why are there bad people in this world?" Jennifer felt a deep sorrow, a tearing pain in her heart, and an overwhelming sense of oppression. "Can't we all live together harmoniously? Must we harm others to live well? Even if we achieve such a life, can we truly be at peace?"

Ivan felt great pain for her. "People are different from one another, and human nature is most fragile. That's why we must protect ourselves. After all we've been through, we should understand one thing: we can be kind, but kindnessmust always be accompanied by sharpness, and we must not give any opportunity for the bad to take advantage."

Jennifer believed that the law would bring justice for everyone and bring peace to the departed. But letting Eden die like this was too easy! A wretch like him should be subjected to the harshest punishment-thrown into boiling oil and subjected to a thousand cuts! He specialized in poisons, and who knows how many people had perished by his hand.

In the palace of the king, Rowan and Claire supported him, guiding him into his chambers, where attendants and guards stood respectfully, not daring to even breathe heavily.

After a round of thunder and lightning, the rain suddenly intensified, pouring down as if in a frenzy! Tonight was destined to be an extraordinary night.

For Eden, who had lived for decades, he had never witnessed such a downpour as tonight's.

It was as if it foretold something, as if even the heavens were bidding him farewell, celebrating his departure.

He regretted his arrogance, his complacency, his lack of composure until the very end.

Within the king's extravagant and antiquated chambers, the intricate crystal chandeliers emitted dazzling light.

Rowan helped the king onto the bed, while Claire knelt down to help him remove his shoes, her movements gentle, as attentive as a servant.